But not before I saw pity in his eyes. And it wasn't for my concussion.

But enough about me...we all know how I can go on about these things ad nauseam.

Yesterday I received these pictures of Sophie, taken during a recent volleyball tournament. They make me happy, looking at them.

And something else.

They make me want to harness that energy and go out and storm the world. I want to cross ten miles with every stride, fists clenched, hair billowing, breathing fire upon anything that blocks my way.

Most of the time I will sit nicely and sip hot chocolate and inquire about your weekend.

But every once in awhile, flames shoot out of my eyes. I feel like plundering the coastline. And everything that bothers me, everything that's been weighing on my mind...better scurry. Better run for cover. Because I've reached a limit. I've sapped my politesse. I'm not on a path, I'm on a warpath. And I'm in no mood to take prisoners.

But not before I saw pity in his eyes. And it wasn't for my concussion.

But enough about me...we all know how I can go on about these things ad nauseam.

Yesterday I received these pictures of Sophie, taken during a recent volleyball tournament. They make me happy, looking at them.

And something else.

They make me want to harness that energy and go out and storm the world. I want to cross ten miles with every stride, fists clenched, hair billowing, breathing fire upon anything that blocks my way.

Most of the time I will sit nicely and sip hot chocolate and inquire about your weekend.

But every once in awhile, flames shoot out of my eyes. I feel like plundering the coastline. And everything that bothers me, everything that's been weighing on my mind...better scurry. Better run for cover. Because I've reached a limit. I've sapped my politesse. I'm not on a path, I'm on a warpath. And I'm in no mood to take prisoners.